So sitting down has made me less dizzy than I was two seconds ago. I think I fainted or did I? I had to of fainted otherwise I would remember…right? Okay if I keep talking to myself no one will ever know…or will they? Mwah ha ha. I am now officially delusional, it had to happen eventually.

"Mataya, are you okay?" I could see him, or could I? It was my brother Lucas. He was kneeling right in front of me shocked, his blue eyes widened as we came into eye to eye contact. I screamed. It hurt.

"Mataya, come on Mataya." There was panic in his voice. I zoned out, screaming in my mind. It stung, burnt and crucified through my body as if my body was being shed that similar to a snake. Squirming and wriggling made it feel better like I was scratching an itch that was all over. This was all I could think about … the pain.

My eyes opened, slowly, revealing myself surrounded by flowers, cards and chocolate. My throat started to burn the instant I was fully conscious. I screamed, apparently not loud enough for anyone to hear me. That's when it hit me, like a ton of bricks it hit me, that smell. That engaging, mouth-watering smell was driving me insane, ballistic even. I heard someone ascend up the staircase and I bolted. I ran to the window where I opened it and jumped out, I ran so fast it was almost surreal, the trees and houses in the street rushed by me, but the sensation remained. I knew the local McDonald's was up the street and I quicken my already fast, incredible pace. I flew through the doors and stood in line, the sensation got worse. Was it the smell of cardboard cooking? I had never liked McDonalds but I was hungry, starving. But honestyly was it worth it? I'd probably still be sick tomorrow, instead of this unknown illness it would surely be food poisoning. But that tempted me more than this, this sensation that sucks balls. I shook away that thought and returned to the vivid reality, I think anyway, it was more like a dream except there were no dancing ballerinas or man-eating sharks.

"Next please…" The boy said. I have to admit he was cute, unbelievably cute. I held my posture and sped to the open counter. I scanned the board and immediately knew what type of cardboard I wanted and the burning continued as I rattled off my order.

"I'll have a large, nay Supersized Big Mac Meal with an Apple Pie, a chocolate Ice-cream sundae and another supersized fries." I took a deep breath, it felt weird almost unnatural, like it was unnecessary.

"Please", I couldn't forget my manners, my mother would kill me.

"Is that all?" He looked taken aback by my large order but smiled that warm, cute smile. I smiled shyly back just wanting my meal, it's like he was stupid or something…couldn't even do his job properly. The meal was on the tray and I handed over the cash. Not worried about the change, I sat outside near the side of the road and scarfed down my meal still extremely hungry, the burning feeling was worse as ever and I didn't know why. I realized the sun was just about set when the cute guy form the counter approached my table and took a seat.

"You know you can eat a lot for a girl." He said laughing.( Was that supposed to be funny? )

"Well, maybe you know too many supermodels." I snapped back.

"Maybe I do, " he chuckled and surrendered his box of cookies. "You still look starving; it must be all that posing like a goldfish." I snatched the cookies from the table and politely offered him some, it's not my fault my mommy raised me well; he took one (too many I thought).

"I'm Ben."

"So did you just come to offer me cookies?" I thought about what I just said for a nanosecond and realized that made no sense what-so-ever.

"I'm Mataya."

"Cools, not exactly, although you really seem to like cookies." He laughed; he was cute and seemed sweet, which was a change from the stereotypical Los Angeles teenager. They wore board shorts and walked around shirtless with a bikini-ed slut on their arm. Although captivated in his smile, the burning sensation remained even after the cookies were obliterated, which was odd. Creepy odd.

"Yeah I guess" I mumbled under my breath.

"Did you say something?"

"No, not really I was talking to myself…as usual." we both laughed. "I should be getting home." Unhappy with the burning sensation still occurring, I thought I should go home and get my Mom to make my soup and nurse me back to health. Maybe the burning would stop, just maybe.

"Would you like me to walk you home?" he asked arising from his seat and extending his hand for me to take and arise too. I nodded and smiled, hinting a yes. As he took my hand he shivered. I was confused,

"What's wrong?" I asked the burning sensation getting stronger, wilder and more out-of-control.

"Your hand is c-cold." He said between the shivering his body was doing and his confusion. He took off his coat and wrapped it around my body. "Must be the cold weather." I said although it was June, the middle of summer. I'm not sure what exactly it was but the scent got stronger and stronger. As we veered around the last corner to my home, I knew I couldn't resist this mouthwatering scent. I noticed the alley ahead was vacant, although it was still 100 meters away and I would have to think of something to lure him in there. The burning got worse as he was rambling about his friends and school work. I nodded or shook my head whenever appropriate. I could smell him, the blood pulsing through his veins, inviting me to just take some. A drop or a gallon, I wasn't really fussed. I'm not sure why I craved that blood of his, I just did and I wanted it so badly. Poor guy has no idea what's coming but I have it all planned out in my head, how to do it and dispose of his body. I felt like a serial killer, I didn't like it but I felt it needed to be done.

"…so that's why you should always close your locker when getting changed after football, you never know when your clothes are going to go missing and strung in the tree in the middle of the oval." We both laughed hysterically and that's when I struck. I had to have that mouth-watering, delightful smell and I had to have it NOW. I held his hand and ran, turned into the alleyway and pounced on him. I sunk my teeth into his neck.

"What the FUCK-K-K….?" he screamed before falling into a state of unconsciousness. My teeth sunk in like a knife cutting through butter. I sucked and drank until there was nothing left, just a body. No mouth-watering scent or color in his face. I looked into his eyes, they were frightened, horrified. His body was stone, drained and lifeless as he lay there. What had I just done? What had I become?

I ran out of the alleyway, out of the street and out of that town. I ran into the nearby woods and sat in a clearing as far away as possible from the last track. I just sat there. What else was I capable of?

SaAsha